from home

"good morning, baby," his voice was deep yet soft, it makes you fall in love with him all over again. you wanted to kiss him on the lips, but you can't.

your head felt heavy while everything around you was a blur. when you checked the weather forecast last night, they said it was going to be hot the whole day, but why were you feeling so cold?

you snuggle your body against your boyfriend's chest.

"jaehyun, i don't feel good," your voice came out muffled, but jaehyun understood what you were saying.

his soft hands going up to brush your hair, placing the palm of his hands on your forehead– that was when he felt how high your temperature was.

a sudden sneeze left you, making you whine in discomfort.

"i'll make you soup, okay?" he says, leaning down to press his lips on your forehead. "go get some sleep, i'll be back soon."

just as he was about to leave the shared bed, you had tug on his wrist.

"i'm cold," you whine, cuddling against the bedsheets, "it's so cold, jaehyun, i need you stay here with me."

you liked it when he babied you.

jaehyun chuckles at how adorable you were, he pulls his wrist away from your hand, holding it in his. his thumb softly stroking the back of your hands.

"i'll be back soon before you know it, babe," he replies, "i just need to get you some meds real quick,"

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loves to tease you, plays with your ears

always has one hand on you, if it’s on your thigh, lightly on your back, resting on your ass, holding your hand, one hand is always on you

likes to walk along side you with his hand slightly gripping th back of your neck

gives you kisses all!the!time!

sometimes when you’re telling him about your day, he’ll randomly interrupt you by giving you kisses

but he listens to you very intently

loves to play with your hair also, if its just ends of your hair while you talk, or just stroking your hair while you cuddle

likes to be the little spoon

even though he’s all dominant and “wears the big boy pants” in the relationship, he likes to be held like a baby

his favourite types of kisses are the more passionate ones, where he can feel how nervous you are bc of his touch

likes to act all cutesy with you, you talk to each other kinda like in a?baby?tone sometimes haha

“why is baby the angry one?” whenever he teases you a bit too much and you get annoyed

but eventually smile bc he’s just so darn cute

likes dates to the park, where you’re in open space and he can run around and shout about how much he loves you

likes to take candid photos of you, when youre sleeping in his arms, when youre on the sofa on your phone, while you eat

a whole album on his phone of you, so he can look at them when he misses you

likes dates like netflix and chill in your bedroom

especially if it comes with the chill part

likes when you also play with his hair, tiny like stokes while his head is resting on your lap

really treats you well, always pays dinner

if donating is not a possibility right now, ive found this 1 hour video you can watch on youtube where all proceeds from the ad revenue will go to an organization to help the cause (more info in the video’s description). op has compiled songs and art from Black artists to listen to. you can leave it on to play in the background or plug in earphones and go about your business as usual. it can’t get more simple than that.

as soon as you found out haechan still curated playlists on a beaten ipod, you had laughed at him for days; poking fun at old fashioned it was considering he always had the lastest iphone anyway. but now, sat in the hoodie you had forgotten to return after he pulled over your shivering form, you regretted everytime you had ever playfully insulted him.

when you were back in your warm bedroom you had discarded his hoodie, chucking it over the chair that sat at your desk, too full of other clothing pieces to even sit on anymore. as the soft material planted itself over the arm, something shiny and silver clattered to the ground. 

for a heart-stopping moment, you thought the object was your phone, shattered screens and large repair bills floating through your thoughts. your phone was still clutched safely in your hands, however. was it haechan’s phone? you swore you remember him holding it whilst he waved you away earlier.

upon further inspection, the little gliting object turned out to be the god-forsaken ipod touch that was the brunt of so many inside jokes. you picked it up, flipping it over in your hands before jumping on your bed, planning to text haechan to tell him he had forgotten to take it out his pockets. 

as you unlocked your phone, however, your curiosity got the better of you. does it have a password? you wondered, already reaching for it again. a smirk overtook your face when you discovered it was unprotected from you, the homescreen coming into view a mere second later.

immediately, you flicked through the apps to find his music, hoping to find some embarassing secret love to exploit. your heart stopped for the second time since you returned home when the most recently played playlist was simply name y/n.

y/n? haechan had a playlist named after you? momentarily, you thought about if it was a good idea to look at it. was it invading his privacy too much? would he be angry at you? 

eventually, you bargained that haechan had shared his most embarassing moments with you, his deepest fears that only you knew about. this wouldn’t ruin your friendship, surely.

your thumb hovered over the playlist for a few moments before tapping on it, an extensive list of songs replacing the homescreen. you scrolled down, scanning the titles. most of them you didn’t recognise; haechan had always boasted his unique ability for finding music before you. the few that you did recognise, however, made your eyebrows crease in confusion.

love song after love song met your eyes. all of them soft, sappy and sentimental. tears started to gather in your eyes, vision blurring as you thought about what this meant.

did this mean he felt the same way? did his heart beat faster whenver your hands would brush as you walked side-by-side? did his smile widen only when your texts popped up on his screen? did he fall asleep to the thought of how you looked so carefree and happy in the warm summer afternoons your spent sitting on the beach, waiting for the sunset?

without another thought, your fingers unlocked your phone and tapped on haechan’s contact name, the ringing sound jarring against the soft notes of the music.

“you saw me a half hour ago, princess. miss me already?” the smirk in his voice was teasing and you could picture exactly how he probably looked right now. laying on his bed, hair messed up from the hat he was wearing, lazy smile on his face.

“i, uh, i have your hoodie. and your ipod.”

for a second he didn’t say anything, then he seemed to process the background music, the distinct notes of the songs he compiled for you. “did you look in it?”

“yeah. i’m sorry if you didn’t want me to–”

the deep breath you took in could be heard over the phone line and haechan prepared for you to reject him, to say this had ruined your friendship, to say you wouldn’t be able to look at him the same way. “haechan i like you too.”

“no don’t worry. um– i’m sorry if this makes things weird,” his words were rushed and jumbled and you knew the smile would have fallen off his face now, most likely replaced by the frown he pulled whenever he was upset. “this isn’t how i wanted you to find out– we could forget about this if you wanted–”

“you do?”

“yeah, dummy. this playlist is ridiculously sappy, but i love it.”

“uh, you’re welcome? i guess?”

“i still think you’re stupid for using an ipod, though.”

“hey–”

jaehyun x reader // fluff // 562 words - corporate!au

“I am so sorry I’m late, I have the files and I’m almost done typing up the minutes for the meeting earlier,” you brought out breathlessly as you rushed into your boss’ office. He did not tolerate tardiness and you were aware this was the second time this week. You deposited the folder onto the wide desk and took a deep breath before looking up at Mister Jung Jaehyun. He had been watching you, his eyes twinkling as he played with his watch.

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that… Flexible.” + yuta + mark

So I changed the quote just a little bit because I felt it fit the situation I wanted better. Also, it’s not really super smutty, and I’m sorry about that. Also also, I have a warning for this since I know it could be a really negative thing for some people to read so

warning: internalized homophobia

Sometimes when it was really late at night, when their manager or Taeil was asleep for the night or just luckily not there, Yuta and Mark would sneak into each other’s rooms. It started when it was just the two of them in the dorm one night for whatever reason and a wild storm hit the city. Later, both of them accused the other of being scared of the storm and seeking refuge with the other, but the truth was they were both scared and found each other on the sofa.

Ever after, Mark denied that he’d cuddled up to Yuta as they slept together in Mark’s bed, hiding beneath the covers from the storm, but from the way Yuta told it, Mark had clung to him so tightly that the next day there were bruises. But at first neither of them admitted that when they woke in the morning, their faces were right in front of each other’s, lips just centimeters apart, and Mark sporting a good morning erection.

He’d nearly flipped out of bed in his hurry to dive into the bathroom.

But that wasn’t the last time.